Wild vacation

Cayenne stepped off the plane into the Mediterranean heat, blonde hair sticking to her neck. Seven days of sun turned her skin golden and her patience thin. Every local guy she passed looked at her the way men look at something they want to taste. She found one who didn’t bother with small talk. His jeans were already tight when she led him to her room, pushing him down on the bed and dropping to her knees. She worked him with her mouth until her lips were shiny and wet, taking him deeper each time. He groaned, fingers knotted in her hair. When he pulled free she stayed on her knees, eyes closed, mouth open, waiting for the warm streaks across her cheeks and lips that left her looking freshly used and perfectly content.